Everyone looked at Shen Qi, who was standing in the middle of the hall, and felt an indescribable feeling of disgust. The gold thread brocade robe, gold rings, pure gold hairpins, and a palm-sized gold-inlaid white jade plaque hung around his neck, all over his body. It exudes a strong smell of copper.

When Shen Qi came to the lobby, everyone dispersed consciously. On the one hand, because the jewels and jewels were so impressive, most of the people participating in the poetry meeting were poor people. They usually regard gold as dirt, but now such a big pile of dirt rolled in front of them. It was really unbearable. On the other hand, Shen Qi called for pen and ink service, so he naturally needed a more spacious place to write poems. The poor scholars who wanted to see jokes naturally had to do it.

The poetry competition originally did not require contestants to write in person. If the poems were really good, the old men on the second floor would record them. And for some poems that were not outstanding, there would naturally be no need to waste pen and ink. Therefore, Yanyu Tower did not In the lobby, pens, inks, paper and inkstones were prepared, but since Shen Qi made such a request, Yanyulou had no choice but to comply. Who would argue with a silly son of a city lord's mansion?

A boy came to Shen Qi with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. His face was filled with the words "ugly people make more troubles". He lazily spread the white rice paper on the table and took the inkstone with a snap. Throwing it away, he said in a neutral tone, "The pen and ink are ready, please take care of it!"

"What kind of attitude!" Shen Qi snorted heavily, "Today, for people who serve customers like you, no matter how prosperous the business is, it will only get worse and worse. I will ask the boss of Yanyulou to take over tomorrow. Three of your legs are broken and you are kicked out of the house!"

Shi Yan, who was standing not far away, saw the young man's quarreling look. He frowned slightly and said helpfully, "Mr. Shen, today's poetry meeting is a joyful event. Don't let trivial matters affect your mood. You should concentrate on writing." , let’s convince people with poetry!”

This was said very cleverly, especially the words "the poem convinces people", which made Shen Qi no longer want to argue with the boy, so he could only wave his hand, scold the boy to step back, picked up the langhao pen on the table and held it in his hand, with a posture like Holding a stick as rough as a stick, he closed his eyes and meditated.

The boy cast a grateful look at Shi Yan, and then hurriedly left, wiping his cold sweat.

After this experience, many people admired Shi Yan even more and looked at Shen Qi with even more disgust. They chattered in twos and threes and mocked Shen Qi for his small belly. He couldn't even hold a pen, let alone write poetry. It was really a joke in the world. Everyone is waiting to see how Shen Qi will make a fool of himself next.

Everyone likes to join in the fun. As Shen Qi meditated longer and longer, more and more people were watching the fun, not just the romantic talents participating in the poetry meeting, but also the turtles who were supposed to be soliciting customers outside the door. The father also came closer, chatting and joking with some familiar girls.

Shen Xiaojia, who was in Class A seat No. 13 on the second floor, was carrying a plate of spicy braised beef and a pot of sake. He stood up and walked to the railing. While drinking and eating meat, he was watching the show below. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Shen Qi walking by just now. There was a line of burnt black footprints. He squatted down, smeared some black stains with his index finger and put it in front of his nose. He sniffed lightly and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't notice this on Sabi Street during the day. Could it be that That guy put it on in a hurry after taking a shower..."

Yan Qi also walked to the railing with a wine glass in hand, stared at Shen Xiaojia squatting on the ground, and wondered, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing..." Shen Xiaojia took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wiped the black stains on the ground, put it back in his arms, straightened up, pointed to the lobby on the first floor, and said with a meaningful smile, "The scene downstairs is the scene. It’s beautiful, it’s really a drama with ups and downs!”

Yan Qi stared at Shen Qi in the center of the lobby and said with envy, "It's great to be rich. If I were as rich as him, I would definitely dress more coquettishly than him, with at least two houses worth of gold and silver on my body." Jewelry..." He turned to look at Shi Yan again and shook his head, "This man has a deep mind. He has already thought about the next few steps since he first asked Miss Yunqiao. It is really insidious to write a poem before that fool. , those words just now were even more heart-wrenching...what a calculation!"

Shen Xiaojia took a sip of sake, his eyes always staying on Shen Qi, with a cold smile on his lips, "It's indeed a good plan, a typical example of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!" He patted Yan Qi's shoulder, "That's stupid As long as the boy successfully passes the level of being a chess fanatic, not only will the world know him overnight, but he will also win a beautiful woman... Yan Qi, if Miss Yunqiao really enjoys the flowers and the moon with that guy tonight, wouldn't you be very willing to do so? "

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, looked at Shen Xiaojia with bright eyes, and said, "Not only is he very unwilling, it should be said that he is very unhappy, and he may even want to jump off a cliff! Why in the world? All the good cabbage has to be given to pigs! It’s not fair! Xiaojia, let’s use our blazing youth to clean up this filth, bring order to the chaos, and bring fairness and justice to the world!”

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Shen Xiaojia rolled his eyes, pursed his lips towards Chu Yunqiao and said, "You like her very much?"

"It can't be said to be like, it should be love... Like is just a touch of love, but love is a deep like!"

"Uh... I think you should find someone else to fall in love with. A woman like her is like a rose with thorns, and you can't afford to love her!"

"Whether I can afford it or not, I can't take advantage of that pig!" Yan Qi pointed at Shen Qi in the lobby and said angrily, "Look at how good that silly boy is at pretending. It's time for him to suffer some setbacks. Otherwise, his tail will be raised to the sky! Hey... this guy is finally going to write..." As the two were talking, Shen Qi suddenly opened his eyes, and his temperament suddenly changed, becoming calm and restrained, as if he had changed. Like a lost person, the Langhao pen was transferred to his left hand, turned a few times between his fingers, landed on the rice paper, and started writing like a dragon.

"The silly young man started writing poetry..."

"He can't even hold a pen. I guess he is the only one who can recognize the characters. He still imitates others in writing poems. It's simply ridiculous!"

"No, he switched to his left hand. Don't tell me...the font is majestic...and quite beautiful..."

"What! You do have good calligraphy...so what? The competition today is about poetry, not about whose handwriting is beautiful..."

"This poem seems... it seems... probably Qi is also very good!"

"The bright moon casts a shadow across the sky, and the cicadas hang vertically in the breeze... It's very ordinary!"

"The fragrance of jasmine makes you drunk and the years pass by, listening to the spring snow! This sentence is quite good..."

"Ninety thousand miles away in the sky, a few steps in front of the flower stand. When I woke up, the mist and rain were dimly beside me. In my dream, I suddenly saw the cloud bridge! What a poem!"

"He hasn't stopped writing yet, he's still writing! He's starting to write the second poem... It's hard to sleep at night, it's so clear, the sound of rain is coming. The pain is intense, the sorrow is like a bead curtain, the wisps come and go..."

"I still keep writing, these lines in the third song...the cloud bridge has no shadow, the spring blossoms can be expected, last night brought a new year...it has some flavor!"

After Shen Qi finished writing the three poems, he let out a long breath, looked at the poems with iron drawings and silver hooks on the rice paper, nodded with satisfaction, put down the langhao pen in his hand, looked at everyone sideways, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, three humble works. I offer it to you, and please feel free to teach me!"

The talented people in the lobby looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said a word.

Shi Yan sighed softly and said calmly, "The poem is indeed a good poem, but the person... may not be a real person!"

The words woke up the people in the building, and a poor man standing five steps away from Shen Qi's right suddenly said, "Yes, why do you prove that these three poems were written by yourself? With the strength of the City Lord's Mansion, you want to It is a piece of cake to collect three good poems... It is extremely rare for others to write one good poem in this short period of time, but you have written three. Could it be that you are one of the top three geniuses in the Daqing poetry list? No! There is nothing fishy in this, who would believe it!"

Everyone else also suddenly understood, nodded one after another, stared at Shen Qi with disdain, and made sarcastic remarks about "poetry thief" one after another.
Chapter completed!